They run in masks of news reports
That resembles you and me
They turn the nut upon the thread
To control what’s said for free
They glide in heavenly sky ships
In balloons for special views
They do not land in dirty streets
Without to twist their news
Their boat keels float in carbon air
Their minds are filled with gas
They never talk to note worthies
Without a security pass
They come down from the mountain top
With tablets made of sand
The merry-go-round they push around
Is made of normal man
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